(NOTE): Hello dear readoers,

I had this one in my head for a while and then I decided to write it. it was supposed to be a oneshot, but I changed my mind. So this is going to be around Katarina and her becoming 'something' I can't spoil, but that something she became is set wild when a curtain Avarosan is involved.

So without further ado I hope you enjoy this :)

Chapter 1: Kill

Maintaining a cool detachment to the target, Katarina never steps to close. Never has she been in contact with them unless she was ready to finish them off. Mostly she preferred not to think of them, but when she did, it was as if they were already dead -walking meat bags- waiting to be dispatched to the butcher. She thought of them as meeting their destiny and she was merely the conduit. Everyone has to die sometime, and The Sinister Blade considered it a good way to go. No illness, no drawn-out goodbyes. They were just happy and oblivious one second, and gone the next. Simple. Convenient. Painless.

On a high tree, in the darkness she never underestimated. The utter blackness of night-time in the woods. In her mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the stones within it. Hadn't every painting of woods at night been like that? Even if there was a moon tonight its silvery rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above.

The mercenary runs the parts of her fingertips -the leather gloves left exposed- on the Kunais fastened on a belt around her right thigh, feeling the cold steel against her fingers. She takes one of them between her index and middle finger then thrust it in the large tree branch she is squatting on for the past half hour.
Her target is inside that poor excuse they call a hideout and she is ready to introduce herself. She chants the Kunai with the teleportation spell she uses on them to return to her position, undetected if her presence was unwelcomed.

Katarina stands up and the cold air is making her long red hair move in waves under the darkness she feels comfortable to unlike the exposure the daylight makes her feel. She walks slowly towards the place, nothing but the sound of wolves howling, the windy forest and the muffled sounds of men talking inside of the house. She smirks, soon the sound of guts being savagely slashed and the soundless screams that escapes their slit throats will be the only thing that fills her ears.

She never thought of herself as someone that gets off when killing meat bags, even though that miss-formed serpent she call a sister always reminds her of what kind of a freak she really is. Not that the bitch of serpent is not a freak herself.

The mercenary draws near and her eyes find the first turn on. A dash and knife to the throat is all that takes her to end him. Who's next?

Not for long she finds herself covered in the warm red liquid of blood all over the place. She looks at her body, not a single drop of blood is on her. Katarina stretches her arms to the sides and cracks her neck from right to left. Her gaze falls on the last person alive, her target. "Any last words?" she closes the distance between them in small lazy strides throwing one of the daggers in her hand up in the air and catching it without looking at it.

"Go fuck yourself Noxian slut." He spits and she feels anger running through her veins. Telling her she is a freak for liking the sight of blood being all over the place is something -she throws the dagger and in impales it in his forehead and he drops to the floor- and insulting her reputation is another story.
She walks to retrieves her dagger, the only one she wants the retrieve from all the daggers she has planted in the bodies of the her victims tonight. These are special, she smirks as she catches her reflection on it. The rest are just some replaceable garbage.

A cold breath on her neck and the presence of someone makes the blood in her system runs at full speed. she turns, but her movement were cut off by the powerful hands on her wrists and the sound that escapes her throat as she hits the wall. She tries to look behind her, but a hand keeps her head against the wall and the other holding both of her arms behind her. Then all too sudden it happened. The hands are placed on her upper arms as she was pulled and harshly slammed on the wall.

She blacked out.

An excruciating pain throbbed on one side of her head. She regrets moving. Katarina runs a hand on the painful part "Ouch" she jerks her hand away after feeling the swell and sits leaning against the wall. she observes her surroundings whilst blocking the annoying light with a hand. Where the fuck?

She remembered someone assaulting her yesterday. Slamming her on the wall that is behind her right now. But something feels wrong. Where are the bodies? More importantly, there is no even a single drop of blood on the floor, the walls or furniture. She looks down at herself and her eyes shoot wide in surprise. The knifes she considered garbage are seethed back to their places. She grabs on by the hilt and they are cleaned up. Did I dream I was on a mission? Only one way to check. She almost trip and fall with her own steps -nice and easy- and she makes her way to all the places she impaled the knives to the walls. Checking if I really was a dream, because the throbbing of the -now ball is in her forehead- is antagonizing her.

They are all present, except for the bodies, and the blood. Now that she confirmed that the night was real, she needed to get the hell out of this place and back to the institute, as she was contacted by the Summoners of two scheduled matches, the first is against the Ionians and the second is a collaboration between them and Zaun against Demacia and Piltover.

Deciding she left and the smell of fresh spring air is waking her up. I need some food. She rubbed on her belly while yawning.

Katarina recognizes the steps rushing behind her "Kitty Kat, wait up" Talon catches up with her and she turns to look at him.

"You like the nickname?" she asks him and he puts on his hoodie yawning.
"My apologies princess." Form all the names he likes to annoy her with, this one no will blame her if she killed him for using. She narrows her eyes telling him to stop. "Ready for the match?" they both walk to the summoning room and Talon opens the door entering.
inside are the Noxians present. Darius and his narcissist brother, Draven. There is the plant mage Zayra.
"Am I really jungeling?" Talon asks annoyed and Draven swings his axes, hangs is head back and laughs.
"Draven is Attack Damage, protect Draven and Draven will deliver victory." Katarina can feel Darius roll his eyes to his brother's comment.
"Draven can also shut the fuck up so I won't have to listen to Draven" Talon deeply suggests showing is blade.
"Want to have a go bird-boy?" Draven smirks pointing the humongous axe at her bother. She crosses her arms and leans on her left leg glaring at Draven who completely ignores her and keeps his vision on Talon. Draven will not even see it coming. Between him and her speed is no difference, he is too quick on his feet and she can be behind Draven slicing his throat in one second. She made eye contact with Darius and out of respect to him and him being a good drinking buddy she looks at Talon.
"Keep the blade pointed at the enemy." She places a hand on his shoulder and he relaxes, hides his blade and covers himself with the bladed-cape. That thing is death-trap really. They are all perfectly sharpened and kept well taking care of.
"As you wish" he complies. After her father's disappears -that she now consider dead- she became the head of house Du Couteau. The head of the assassin's house. The best Noxus can offer.

Soon the Summoners arrive. Five with red robes representing the red side of the Rift. The sixth Summoner is wearing a black robe. He is the one to help them enter their conscious inside the Rift. Each to their assigned champions. Her Summoner is an ashen haired male that bows slightly and extends his hand for a greeting. She stares at it and he awkwardly pulls it back clearing his throat. Not a chance in hell she is making contact with the sweaty hand.

"Let's have some fun" Talon smirks and she can't help but return it.

(NOTE): Thank you for reading and let me know if I should continue this.